Lou Gao was completely speechless. Golden-red flames blazed wildly within his eyes.
This ability had practically been tailor-made for a sweeper!
Just imagine it, a colossal beast charging across the battlefield with ever-increasing strength, overwhelming speed, incredible evasiveness, and complete immunity to every form of weakening.
Other than crushing it with absolute power.
What else could possibly stop it?
Seeing the astonishment on his teacher's face, Lin Xia summarized calmly,
"Teacher, this is my current Soul Skill system."
"Sand Stream controls the battlefield and creates my absolute home ground."
"Sand Force grants unmatched physical power, serving as my primary source of offense."
"Sand Rush completely eliminates my speed weakness, turning sluggishness into overwhelming velocity."
"Sand Veil provides tremendous evasiveness while moving at high speed, greatly improving both survivability and fault tolerance."
"And finally, Purifying Salt completely removes the risk of being weakened, ensuring that every enhancement I gain can never be stripped away."
His voice carried the confidence of someone who held absolute control over the battlefield, like the sovereign of a raging sandstorm proclaiming his own laws.
"The five Soul Skills complement one another perfectly, each linking seamlessly with the next to create a flawless combat cycle within the sandstorm."
"Power. Speed. Defense through evasion. Resistance through immunity to stat reduction. Battlefield control through environmental manipulation."
"There are no weaknesses left."
"That is why I can confidently say that Tyranitar and I no longer have any real shortcomings."
Lin Xia's eyes shone brilliantly as he looked directly at Lou Gao.
"Simply put, my role is to dominate the sandstorm battlefield by closing the distance with extreme speed and exceptional evasion, then unleashing devastating attacks empowered by continuously increasing physical strength. Immune to every weakening effect, I can fight endlessly until every opponent before me has been destroyed."
"A high-speed boosting sweeper."
Boom!
Lin Xia's words struck Lou Gao's mind like a final clap of heavenly thunder.
High Speed.
Boosting.
Sweeper.
Every phrase embodied the brutal beauty of overwhelming power.
Lou Gao's breathing stopped for a moment.
What shocked him wasn't the strength of any individual Soul Skill.
It was the nearly flawless combat system created by combining all five together.
This had gone far beyond merely coordinating Soul Skills.
It was a combat program of astonishing precision, custom-built for a living war machine.
It maximized every natural advantage Tyranitar possessed as a prehistoric beast while forcibly eliminating every conceivable weakness.
Purifying Salt guaranteed that its accumulated power could never be diminished.
Sand Rush completely solved its mobility problem.
Sand Veil compensated for any possible defensive shortcomings with extraordinary evasiveness.
Sand Stream established complete battlefield control while providing the source of its power.
And Sand Force served as the decisive finishing blow.
When all five worked together, Lou Gao could almost see a mighty ruler of steel and stone roaring through a sea of yellow sand, charging forward without regard for any obstacle, crushing everything in its path into dust.
There were no flashy techniques.
Only the purest, most efficient, and most overwhelming display of brute force.
"Hiss..."
Lou Gao slowly drew another deep breath, filled with the scent of liquor and metal, as though only then could he calm the storm raging inside him.
Looking at the disciple before him, only twelve years old, yet already possessing such a terrifying combat system, his eyes overflowed with emotions too complicated to describe.
Shock.
Pride.
Gratification.
And above all, the exhilaration of witnessing history of witnessing a miracle.
"Monster."
At last, Lou Gao muttered those two words.
The next instant, he burst into thunderous laughter, his booming voice filled with pure exhilaration.
"Hahaha! You little monster! You're a real monster! A twelve-year-old Soul King! Monstrous Soul Skill combinations! A monstrous mech! And that monstrous giant partner of yours!"
"Hahaha! The best decision I've ever made in my life was taking a monster like you as my disciple back then! Good! Excellent! Damn, this is just too good!"
His boisterous laughter echoed throughout the carriage, making even the warm jade decorations tremble.
Tyranitar seemed to understand that it was being praised. It let out a deep, prideful roar and slightly raised its massive head.
Zhu Zhuqing gazed at Lin Xia's calm profile. Despite receiving such lavish praise from his teacher, he remained composed and unshaken. Her cool eyes shimmered with admiration brighter than the stars themselves.
Lin Xia felt somewhat embarrassed by his teacher's compliments, but the confidence in his eyes never faded in the slightest.
He leaned gently against the carriage wall, feeling the subtle swaying caused by their rapid journey. Watching the scenery race by outside the window, he spoke with a hint of quiet satisfaction and emotion.
"Teacher, you're giving me too much credit. There's still a long road ahead. The mechs still need to be perfected, my Soul Power still has to break through, and the challenges ahead will only become greater. But."
He turned around, wearing a warm yet resolute smile, as steadfast as bedrock.
"With you here, Teacher with Tyranitar, with Zhuqing and with all the brothers and sisters of the Blacksmith Association."
"I couldn't ask for a better life."
Lou Gao looked at him as his laughter gradually subsided. His eyes were filled with pride, satisfaction, and boundless spirit.
Picking up his wineskin, he didn't take a drink himself. Instead, he tossed it directly to Lin Xia.
"Catch, brat! Here's to your 'having no weaknesses' and to the steel-forged future of our Blacksmith Association! Drink up!"
Lin Xia caught the heavy wineskin effortlessly. Without the slightest hesitation, he tilted his head back and took a long drink.
The fiery liquor burned down his throat like molten metal, scorching its way into his stomach, yet igniting an even fiercer flame within his heart.
He then handed the wineskin to Zhu Zhuqing beside him. Her delicate face flushed slightly, but she still bravely took a small sip. The strong liquor immediately made her cough, drawing another burst of hearty laughter from both Lin Xia and Lou Gao.
"Roar?"
Tyranitar tilted its enormous head, its dark crimson eyes filled with curiosity.
It could smell the unfamiliar aroma coming from the wineskin, a scent completely foreign to it, yet strangely alluring.
It remembered the elderly man before it, who carried the warm aura of blazing flames. It remembered the smell of the red-hot metal on his forge years ago, and it also remembered the powerful embrace from just moments earlier.
In its simple mind, if the old man had given it something, then it had to be good.
"Teacher! Don't—"
Lin Xia's warning caught in his throat, and his face instantly turned deathly pale.
He knew exactly what was about to happen.
The image of that forest from two years ago completely reduced to a wasteland, flashed vividly through his mind.
A raging sandstorm.
Overwhelming destructive strength.
Mindless, uncontrollable roars.
Back then, it had happened deep within an uninhabited forest, where he had exhausted every ounce of his strength to calm Tyranitar before it caused an even greater disaster.
But now they were inside a carriage speeding down the road.
Outside was the highway connecting nearby towns.
And not far ahead was Gengxin City.
Too late.
Copying what Lou Gao had done moments earlier, Tyranitar awkwardly cradled the wineskin in its armor-plated claws.
Apparently deciding that the container was too small, it simply opened its mouth wide and tipped the entire wineskin toward its throat, drinking as effortlessly as a whale swallowing seawater.
Gulp! Gulp! Gulp!
It wasn't taking small sips.
It was pouring the liquor straight down like molten lava.
In only a few breaths, the entire wineskin still holding at least seven or eight jin of Lou Gao's treasured top-grade strong liquor, enough to intoxicate an ordinary Soul Master to death was completely emptied by Tyranitar.
The carriage instantly filled with an overpowering aroma of alcohol.
For a brief moment time itself seemed to freeze.
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